Kiss Husband: Sweet Wife Is a Little Crisp

How could Meng Xinyan accept this "severe" card?

In the end, the card was still in the hands of the coffin, she only received more than 3,000 pieces of cash.

Her eyebrows condensed with a touch of coziness and confusion, and even the cool breeze could not smooth it.

Mom should still blame me!

On the way back, Meng Zimei took the mother's arm, and stopped talking, gently biting the thin lip, and pondering for a long while before opening. "Mom, I think Zidi is right, the coffin may be really evil." It’s just ten million,”

Meng Xinyan looked at her dissatisfiedly. "Sub-Miao, I will not say your sister in the future."

In fact, she also noticed the changes in the coffin, which can not be changed within a short period of one year.

The child said "oh" and didn't talk anymore.

When the coffin rushed to the show group, her team members were rehearsing.

Since this time is a dance, it will be completed by the nine members of the team. When I selected the theme yesterday, I was not present. However, this is a sorrow in the eyes of the coffin.

"Ling, how come you are now? I am here waiting for you one morning."

Hearing the sound coming from behind, the girl’s fists on both sides suddenly tightened, and the light gradually faded. The darkness of the bottom of the room was gradually calm and no trace, and the smile turned and turned around. "Since it is my assistant in the future, then I call you 'dream snow', should you mind?"

“How could you mind? Isn’t ‘Eugian’ and ‘Meng Xue’ the same? Both of them have been friends for so many years! But just a name.”

auzw.com "That's good, Meng Xue, your assistant is really dedication! Do you work today?"

Xu is the reason of guilty conscience. Ou Mengxue actually feels that she has deep meaning in her words, but after all, she has seen the big world and dealt with the brokers of several times of crisis public relations. How can she let her find out the flaws?

A face is calmly joking. "Of course, I am so dedicated, you are not going to give a reward?"

If the coffin is thoughtful, the corner of the mouth reveals a deep and playful, "Reward! You guess?" The moment of turning around, the corner of the mouth is stunned by the looming sigh, Ou Mengxue, your destiny from now on, by me Take control.

Ou Mengxue's eyes are full of calculations, Lingbi, you like the stage so much, like to be sought after, then enjoy it!

Without a few steps, the coffin suddenly turned around. "Dream Snow, is this costume required?"

Ou Mengxue’s footsteps are also a meal, “No.”

"Well, you can help me contact the Wilder designer and ask him to help design the costumes we danced."

Wilder is just a little-known designer. How can the coffin let him design?

However, she can make another preparation. If there is a problem with the costume, she can push the responsibility to him.

The coffin seems to know what she is thinking, so I don't know, "This task is handed over to you, tomorrow afternoon... I will see the finished product."

"Isn't it the game of the day after tomorrow? Will it be too tight tomorrow?"

The coffin is thinking, "I will trouble you to go to him personally now, although the temper is a bit difficult, but I believe in your ability." After a gentle shot of her shoulder, quickly drooping under the eyes, It is a thin ice-like pupil.

With her understanding of Ou Mengxue, she will definitely be on the clothes, but I am afraid... I am afraid that you will have to pay for it. When you come back, you will definitely give you a huge surprise.